I Die: You Die

This is not love

This is not even worth a point of view

In Echo Park, I

Pause for effect and whisper "who are you?"

They crawl out of their holes for me

And I die: you die

Hear them laugh, watch them turn on me

And I die: you die

See my scars, they call me such things

Tear me, tear me, tear me

Now I have your names

Screaming "you will suffer" and "you're all too late"

Now I feel young

Does everything stop when the old TAPE fails?

They crawl out of their holes for me

And I die: you die

Hear them laugh, watch them turn on me

And I die: you die

See my scars, they call me such things

Tear me, tear me, tear me

But I'm still frightened by the telephone